"Counting, naturally counting, wo talking, how can it not count!"

She is a dignified Fuwa, how can her words not count?

Hearing He Zhaozhao's promise, General Wan suddenly looked happy.

"Then I don't know how much money Miss He is going to sell grain this time?"

He Zhaozhao tilted his little head and was about to speak, but his eyes caught a glimpse of He Haocong who was eager to try.

As if she had thought of something, she walked to He Haocong's side with a smile and whispered something into He Haocong's ear.

He Haocong's eyes suddenly widened, and he muttered in disbelief: "Isn't our family only two thousand five hundred catties of grain?" This is sold to the villagers......

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